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[doHTML]<link rel="stylesheet" href="https://dl.dropbox.com/s/pbrlr65tydcgerp/SaharaCSS.css" type="text/css"><link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Raleway" rel="stylesheet"><link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald:700" rel="stylesheet"><div id="SarWrapper"> <div id="SarTextBox"> <span class="SarStrong">Name</span><br /> Sahara<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Age</span><br /> Three years<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Gender</span><br /> Mare<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Breed</span><br /> 7/8 Arabian x 1/8 Paso Fino Crossbreed<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Height</span><br /> 14.3 hands<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Appearance</span><br /> Sahara is a hard mare to miss, all elegance and flair with the spirit of her Arabian ancestors running hot. Her thick mane and tail and ability to switch into other gaits are all that really remain of her grandmother's Paso Fino heritage. She is a compact mare, with a sturdy figure despite it's delicate appearance. Her neck is naturally arched and coated in a thick mane that still retains a slight amount of its original black in the roots. Her flat croup is set off by a thick, arched tail of the same color as her mane.<br /><br />Sahara's coat color is unique as well, being a rose grey overo. Now, being fairly young, her coat color is dark red-brown, although already lighter than the blood bay color she was born. A silvery cast is present across her topline, most noticeable across her hip, rump and shoulders where light dappling has already started to take hold. Her sabino gene has given her tall stockings on three legs, except for one front which sports only a small sock. Where her lower legs are not interrupted by white, they are brown-black, fading quickly with the grey gene in her system. Her face is dished and elegant, with large, warm honey-brown eyes. A wide blaze begins at a point on her forehead and flares out into an apron blaze that wraps all around her muzzle, painting it a delicate pink. A small sabino 'kiss-spot' hides just below her lower lip.<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Genetics</span><br /> Ee Aa Gg nOv nSb<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Personality</span><br /> Meek and mild is definitely not Sahara's style. She's a feisty mare that loves to be the center of attention, and adores being adored. Public displays of affection - specifically those given to her - are definitely a way to win her over. Given half a chance, Sahara can be fiercely loyal once she's decided to align herself with someone, but until she makes that commitment, she will do everything in her power to make you think she doesn't care. As far as she is concerned, as soon as someone knows you care about them, they can take advantage of you and that's the last thing she wants. Her temper tends to run hot, and when she's angry, she's an act first, think later type of girl, resulting in a lot of necessary apologies when her brain catches up to her mistakes.<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Brief History</span><br /> Sahara's family was all about appearances and prestige. Though they called themselves neutral for the belief that this would help them dominate the world, they behaved like darks of old - bargaining off daughters for alliances, keeping what her father called "guests" but were really forcibly kept mares. As the precious and only daughter of the lead pair, she was spoiled beyond any of her siblings and it was simply assumed that she alone of her sisters, would be able to set up her own match and choose her stallion. When a natural disaster in their homeland and opportunity attack from a neighboring stallion necessitated a new truce however, Sahara's illusion of freedom was ripped away. Knowing her nature, her father did not give her warning of what was to happen and called her to meet their new ally. In the meeting he fawned over her, repeatedly mentioning that she was such a good daughter, only to reveal the black draft stallion Kenku, their new ally, was to be her claimer.<br /><br />Incensed and young, having just passed her third birthday, Sahara argued with her sire, demanding that he reconsider. When he refused, she spit in the face of her would-be claimer and ran, not looking back. Heart broken and disabused with life and love, Sahara spent a few weeks in the Dreamscapes, avoiding other creatures. However, she is not a creature that likes to be alone, and quickly found her way to the Homeless grounds, determined to create her own destiny.<br /><br /> <span class="SarStrong">Alliance</span><br /> Neutral<br /><br /> </div></div><div id="SarCredits">lineart - <a href="http://requay.deviantart.com/">ReQuay</a> // background - <a href="https://neverfading-stock.deviantart.com/">neverfading-stock</a> // character, color & manip - <a href="https://live-inspired.deviantart.com">me</a>[/doHTML]

[doHTML]<link rel="stylesheet" href="https://dl.dropbox.com/s/4rm3cht9n0cvk5r/Solis.css" type="text/css"><link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Quicksand" rel="stylesheet"><div id="SolWrapper"> <div id="SolTop"> </div> <div id="SolText"><div id="SolTextEffect"> A part of Pax couldn't believe that she had somehow managed to <i>avoid</i> this territory. With her family's wandering, they had visited, however briefly, nearly every territory on this forsaken planet and yet, she can't remember ever setting eyes on the murky forest below her. A forbidding mist seemed to swirl from the glacial forest, although to be fair, she reasoned, her opinion of the mist probably had more to do with the horror stories she'd heard of the infamous Serpent's Province than with the rather pretty mist itself.<br /><br />The reign of terror had started with Chronic and his penchant for punishing mares and keeping prisoners when it struck his fancy, and had continued down his lineage. There had been a brief period when Chronic had secretly regained a corporeal form, or so the whispers said, and had continued to utilize his crazed grandson to scour his "unworthy" descendants. While there was no hard evidence, as far as Pax was concerned, regarding this familial cleansing, it was a fact that many members descended from Chronic, especially those of neutral alliance had gone missing during those years and were never heard from again.<br /><br />Shivering her hide in that feeling of creeped out delight at finally uncovering another stone in her family's past, Pax stepped into the glacial forest with her head eye and eyes peeled for any movement in the darkness. It smelled abandoned, like nothing had lived here in years and despite the chill, there was a mustiness about it. Thick vines caressed her sides and back as she traversed a narrow, hardly visible path until it blossomed into a small clearing, a welcome thing after such close confines. It was strikingly beautiful, every vine, every branch was coated in a fine dusting of frost crystals, glittering in the late afternoon light. Looking upon it, she felt certain that despite this land's dark history, there was a bright future ahead for it.<br /><br />Feeling a bit foolish and a bit proud all at the same time, Pax took a step toward her own destiny by calling out her claim over Serpent's Province. </div></div> <div id="SolBottom"> </div></div>[/doHTML]

[doHTML]<link rel="stylesheet" href="https://dl.dropbox.com/s/4rm3cht9n0cvk5r/Solis.css" type="text/css"><link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Quicksand" rel="stylesheet"><div id="SolWrapper"> <div id="SolTop"> </div> <div id="SolText"><div id="SolTextEffect"> <h4>Name</h4> Pax <h4>Age</h4> 10 years <h4>Gender</h4> Mare <h4>Breed</h4> Light horse hybrid. Pax has a melting pot of breeds floating in her veins, but most clearly shows her sire's Welsh Cob and Curly heritage. However, her dam's contribution of stockhorse and zebroid can still be seen, it's just more subtle. <h4>Height</h4> 15 Hands <h4>Genotype</h4> EE AAt nSb nLp <h4>Appearance</h4> Despite Pax's rough appearance, there is a certain elegance to the bulky mare. It has something to do with the sculpted face, set by lively brown eyes and framed by long lashes. Her build is sturdy, with thick legs possessing heavy bone structure and solid hooves, with a well rounded hip and large shoulder that gives her a slightly uphill build despite her slightly too-long body. Her coat is bay near leopard, with a hidden sabino gene that causes her spots to be small and lacy, rather than large and bold. Barely visible in the spotting are her grandsire's zebroid striping, reduced now to a nearly imperceptible brindle. Her legs are sheathed in uninterrupted black stockings and possess a light amount of feathering. Her face is largely dark, with a few spots of white over her cheekbones. A dripping star, courtesy of her graddam, centers her face but is frequently hidden by her thick forelock. Her extremely thick mane and tail, like her sire's, possess a slight curl due the Curly heritage, but are not long. <h4>Image References</h4> <a href="https://68.media.tumblr.com/cc6dcc23211331c9027058c8953ee316/tumblr_p05ud9rWZa1t0q5v0o1_1280.jpg">Appearance</a>. <a href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bb/9a/71/bb9a717366a872c3a45e2438ce817d76.jpg">Spot coloration</a> (up close). <h4>Personality</h4> Born into a herd of traveling matriarchs, Pax was taught the meaning of 'girl power' from the time her hooves first hit Kormadian soil. They were a close knit family, only some of them bound together by blood, despite their close bonds. Pax learned from each member of her family, taking to heart what they had to share. From the wise old matriarch grandma Shalaya, to always value her own independence. From her sweet Aunt Paisley, to dream of her future and to hold close those that matter. Her grandma Sendiri taught her to keep innocence and joy close to her heart, and her own beautiful mother Gwen, taught her that life could be rough, but you simply had to hold out both hands and grab whatever came your way.<br /><br /> Now an adult, Pax is self possessed, preferring to hide most of her emotions around those she is not yet comfortable with. Her preference of company tends toward the female side, but she is equally comfortable keeping males around, as long as they remember that they are not calling the shots. Once familiar with another, she is an affectionate mare, freely sharing anything that she has with those that she deems worthy. Pax also exhibits a strong protective streak, and does not hesitate to go into battle when it is warranted. <h4>Brief History</h4> For her first few years of her life, Pax traveled with them, roving all over Kormada with no regard to boundaries or land borders. They had some close calls, being a herd to nearly all females, but somehow always managed to pull through. When she reached maturity, Pax split off to see what herd life was like, but found it dull to be under the beck and call of a stallion. She felt limited by the thought of constantly having to fight for his attention and to never be allowed to pursue her own romantic interests unless they involved him.<br /><br /> Perhaps stemming from the influence of her great grandsire, Chronic, Pax felt like she needed to achieve something of herself and when bearing a child, a filly named Solis, that died a few months after birth, failed to fulfill her, Pax decided that she would become her own person and create her own destiny out of thin air. Without a backward glance, she bullied the stallion into releasing her claim and began traveling again, this time with a purpose. She listened to the stories of the rogues and the legends that were told, exploring her own bloodline with something akin to horrified fascination. The way humans might look back on being related to Jack the Ripper, and vowed that while Chronic was certainly <i>not</i> a shining example of horseflesh, there were things that she could learn from him. His lust for power, and no-holds barred way of simply taking it intrigued her. She had no intention of imprisoning mares any time soon, but she knew she needed to explore her own heritage more, and with that, set off for Serpent's Province. <h4>Alliance</h4> Neutral </div></div> <div id="SolBottom"> </div></div>[/doHTML]

<b>Appearance</b>: Like many Thoroughbred hybrids, Nedema is leggy and athletic with a powerful, ground covering stride and elastic movement. Her father's Andalusian heritage bestows a little more "flash" to her movement and a more evident arch to her neck. Her body is lean and sheathed in a rich red-brown-silver combination of dapples as her body fades from a rich red bay to the flat gray she will eventually become. Her color is by far more lightened on the fore-half of her body than on the rear, but dapples uniformly cover her entire body. Her tail has already succumbed to the gray, retaining only a few dark hairs, but her mane remains mostly dark at this point in her life. Both are of medium thickness and length. She sports two white socks on her left front and hind, as well as a blaze that starts as a point between her eyes and broadens as it goes down to cover almost the entire width of her nose between her nostrils. Both eyes are a rich dark brown. <br /><br />

<b>Personality</b>: No one is quite sure when it happened, but there is no doubt there is <i>something</i> broken in Neddy's mind. Nothing too obvious or detrimental, but she does not necessarily associate emotions with memories and therefore her recollection of <i>anything</i> is influenced by the emotional state she is in when she recalls it. She can be quite sweet at times, all cuddles and declarations of infatuation but one should never expect this sort of state to last. As mercurial as the weather, she is quite capable of turning her entire opinion of someone on its head based on a single interaction (regardless of whether it is characteristic of this individual or not). She can be somewhat childish and selfish, and when she sets her sights on something she can be quite dauntless in achieving it... at least until some new shiny thing takes her attention away. Little scares her, and she'll charge into situations that may be dangerous to her if she believes that she will benefit from it in the end.<br /><br />

<b>Brief History</b>: Born to a neutral mare in love with a rogue stallion, Neddy's first few years of life were nothing but travel. This, more than anything, is why she has a hard time keeping still as her family was hardly ever stationary. Her conception was not planned by either parent, but they took it in stride and she did suffer too much from their lack of infatuation with her. Neddy spent most of her life playing by herself or the occasional foals of whichever herd they were spending the night with. One morning she woke to find both parents gone with no word of goodbye, and after waiting a scarce five minutes for them, she decided it was high time that she went out on her own anyway and left the place behind without a second thought. <br /><br />